I hail from a semi small town
the folks there think they are renowned
The town is just letters on a map
it's lasting impression, the size of a clap
I had to leave, I had to go
The sky was dark, the wind didn't blow
The trees all slept for half the year
the color gone, replaced with fear
Time to go , time to leave
I got some troubles
you can't possibly beleive
When I left, I took a bus
I rode three time, from dawn to dusk
got off the bus and I was there
I take those troubles everywhere
One day I thought, as I walked
in my mind, confusion walked
I thought the thoughts, I saw the ghosts
The lake below, gave me the most
Time to go , time to leave
I got some troubles
you can't possibly beleive
The night was cold, the wind it blew.
The way to live, you always knew
find a tree and sit down
forget about that little town
sing a song, walk some more
hear the waves crash on the shore
Time to go , time to leave
I got some troubles
you can't possibly beleive
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